I’m bored when I’m sleepy
Am I bored or sleepy?
The constant yet subtle hum
keeps echoing through my senses
The clock’s ticking is the
only sound that pierces through
the deafening silence
Am I awake or asleep?
There’s an odd brightness around
It’s neither day nor night
but it’s dim and bright
Is this dream or real?
Hum, tick and light
explored and soaked in—
and there’s nothing left
I no longer find myself
All questioning has gone futile